Fallen angels, angels cast out of Heaven, you didn't even know what you did to deserve to fall.

Too bad for Heaven, too good for Hell. So now you are stuck between the real world and the afterlife. Fallen angels in your situation were somehow destined to become Grim Reapers, as both your wings and your halo turned black, being away from Heaven's light.

A black cape with a big hood over black plain clothes, a skull mask hiding your delicate and angelic features. Your once heavenly weapon turned into a deadly scythe meant to collect souls, and your days began to look alike.

Wake up, get ready for work, start collecting souls endlessly until the end of the day. Slowly you become one of the most famous Grim Reapers, able to collect hundreds and hundreds of souls in a day. But even the best have their problems, right?

There was one soul that you couldn't collect, despite your skills. Somehow, Horangi always managed to run away from your deadly scythe. He made fun of death and of you. So you decided to focus only on him, your escaped prey. On your agenda only one name left, Horangi.